trusthell | WEEK 1.

WEEK 1
As much as this sounds like a bad joke all around, it looks like one thing is being played completely straight: you're not going anywhere. After the Kingmaker has answered your questions (or, well, perhaps it's more accurate to say he didn't answer them, at least as far as most of those little Q&A sessions went), you'll be left up to your own devices – feel free to continue exploring and getting to know your fellow Survivors for the next several days. Should you want to eat something you're free to use the kitchen before 10PM, but after that the doors will be locked and no amount of fussing with the locks or trying to break them down will get them to budge. And no, the robot cannot punch them in for you.

Notably, though, starting bright and early on Monday morning (or maybe just early, since there aren't any windows) you'll be treated to the most unholy damn noise – it's very definitely an electric siren of some sort, probably some kind of klaxon, blaring out over the PA system. It only blasts once, but really, for something that loud, once is enough. This will happen every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM. You'll be able to hear it no matter what room you're in. There isn't any punishment for sleeping through it, but you don't want to waste the day in bed, now do you?

(Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.)

SURVIVORS REMAINING: 27

MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

There are also two new posts for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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Ohhhh.

[Well, that seems to be a valid explanation for pretty much everything, even if the original concept is literally SOME BULLSHIT I DON'T UNDERSTAND BUT SCIENCE, PROBABLY.]

...It's still stupid. You'd think that if the Kingmaker was going to bring me here, he'd at least bring some food that won't do that.

What, you can't eat that food?

[...]

Actually, can you eat at all?

I wasn't designed to, no!

[...is this a problem]

Huh. Well that's convenient.

[And there's something about that that's bugging him, but he'll keep that to himself.]

So why do you care if the food's cold or not?

[WAIT THIS MAKES EVEN LESS SENSE]

No one likes cold food, darling - except perhaps the people who hate themselves enough to eat ice cream? But otherwise it's something we go out of our way to avoid.

Uh... What are you talking about? Cold food's perfectly fine and ice cream's good?

[???????????]

...I'm so sorry about your lack of taste.

My taste is perfectly fine! Have you ever had good ice cream?

[...this can go in so many directions and none of them end well]

Define "good."

Delicious?

[i'm so sorry about him]

...You like cold food. Your opinion is already skewed way negative, darling.

You can't eat, why do you have an opinion on whether food is cold or not that doesn't make any sense.

I may not know myself, but I still know what the crowd wants, because that's my job!

S...o.... no one where you're from likes cold food. Okay. Sure. Different worlds, different tastes, why the hell not.

[HANDS IN THE AIR]

You guys probably judge people for whether they like gels or not too. Ugh.

...No, last I checked we all liked gel.

[Why would we not like gel.]

Whoa, really? Most of the people I know complain about how they're too sweet or the texture's weird or something, so I just snack on them. Then they get mad because I'm eating them but it's not like they want them.

[...this makes exactly as much sense even with the context.]

You eat-

[..................]

...Well. That explains a lot.

[METTATON.]

...I have no idea what that explains at all, but alright?

[????????????????]

[LOOK YOU JUST OFFERED HIM THE BEAUTY-PRODUCT EQUIVALENT OF "I EAT PASTE"- ]

Don't let it worry you too much, sweetheart.

[you poor paste-eating child]

[BUT EVERYONE EATS THEM???? THEY RESTORE HP????]

Uh, sure.

[...................]

Is that my necklace?

[oh look he finally noticed]

...Is it? I wouldn't know.

[His hand will actually come up to play with it a bit.]

It came out of the machine last night - I thought it was cute, so I put it on.

Huh. I'm not sure why that's in there. I wouldn't call it "cute", but whatever. I don't need it.

...I'd like to keep it, then, if you really don't mind.

It's fine. I haven't worn that thing in awhile so it's not like I'll miss it.

[...]

It looks alright on you anyway.

[was that an attempt??]

Darling, I can make anything look good.

[...]

Thank you, though.

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